I have always been a chubby guy. Even as a kid, I was always flabby and in a world that idolizes muscles, it was disheartening to experience contempt from my friends due to my flab. And if my weight wasn't a problem, the fact that I was a gay teenager from a rural part of India certainly didn't make it any easier. I didn't know any gay person in and around m...
Almost every day, I would go on a walk around my neighborhood for exercise. I usually went about 30, 40 minutes away, to this scenic towpath where a lot of other people walked. I would put a pair of headphones on and zone out, taking in nature around me. A few times, I noticed this guy walking up and down the towpath. He stood out because he never wore a s...
In college I earned free room and board by working the front desk of my dorm. It was an easy job that consisted of answering the phone, buzzing in visitors, and using the master key when residents got locked out of their rooms. Since I usually worked the afternoon shift, I also sorted the mail. Mostly I just occupied myself by reading for class. The dorm wa...
Brandon had told me that if I wasn't going to move to a new, all-the-way level with him, he was going to a gay bar and would bring someone back to the dorm with him. He said he couldn't take the frustration any longer. I thought he had been joking, that he was as scared about this as I was. But there they were, entering the door from the street and moving to...
Nailed at the Gym Nick hadn't gone back to the farm since Francis had fucked him. It had been a week since the best Monday of his life, but Nick was far too scared to go back. He wasn't sure if Francis would be happy or pissed to see him. Was Francis fucking him so hard and rough supposed to be some sort of punishment for spying on him? And if it wasn't, wa...
I waved down the waiter as I finished off my glass of wine. I asked for the check and scanned the room while I waited. The hotel restaurant looked bigger this early in the evening when it was relatively empty. Besides myself there were two other patrons, both male. One looked to be in his late forties. The man at the bar looked to be my age or younger. And h...
Time to share another story - thanks to everyone for their comments and your ratings on the first two... ***** The massage adventures have continued to provide some enjoyable experiences along my journey of discovery. I've learned that there are some guys that are really skilled at their craft who are caring about helping with the physical needs while also...
This is for a special friend, whom I hope will realize who he is should he ever find his way back to my page. I wrote it with him especially in mind. It might not be perfect but I hope you enjoy it. As a note, I left Max's image blank in hopes that people might be able to imagine themselves (or whomever they like) in his position, rather than giving you two...
I swim at a pool near my home twice a week. I like the exercise, and I'm a decent swimmer. I tend to swim late in the evening because the pool is quieter. Last week, I was in the shower washing off the chlorine after a hard, long swim. There was one man in the pool apart from me. He was a huge bull of a man. He looked like a retired heavyweight boxer gone to...
I was on my way to the court of the great Mogul. My father, a prince with little more than his ancient title, was sending me there to further my education and hopefully to improve my station in life. Fortunately I had grown into a very fine looking young man and at nineteen I was going to the Mogul's court to make my way in the world. No expense had been sp...